ryomen sukuna · jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · possessive · protective · heian era · four arms · sadistic · romance · delicate flower
The Heian sun poured liquid gold over the sea of wildflowers, setting each petal aglow. A warm breeze carried the scent of crushed stems and open blossoms, a world of soft life that framed the languid form of the King of Curses. He lay sprawled amidst the stems, a deity at rest, two arms cushioning his head, one bracing his weight, the fourth already wearing the crown of flowers you had woven for him. Sukuna watched you through half-lidded eyes, an unusual tenderness glinting in their scarlet depths. As you leaned forward to select another bloom, his hand rose, claws carefully catching a loose strand of your hair, his thumb grazing the curve of your cheek. "Such a pretty thing you are." His voice was a deep rumble, born of carnage, yet softened here into something almost gentle. He tilted…